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About Salzburg

But—ugh—some stuff burns me. Cops hasslin’ ‘em, like they’re trash. Or pimps—slimy jerks—beatin’ ‘em down. Saw Jenny with a black eye once—nearly cried, man. She shrugged, “Part of the gig.” Tough as nails, that one. Reminds me of Varda’s potato lady—bent, but still growin’. Whores got stories—secret ones. Like, didja know medieval whores had guilds? Fuckin’ unions, man! Badass.

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Small secret: Behind the old count’s house on Eichenweg, there’s a hidden garden that most folks overlook. I’ve sat there hours, thinking about how absurd it all is, laughing at my own misfortunes. Sure, I sometimes get pissed off – traffic on Rennweg? Ugh, no joke! Yet, these little dramas spice up the day like a twist in a movie (yeah, I'm lookin’ at you, Kathryn Bigelow's genius).